Bleah.

Been fighting some sort of ick for a few days following an IBS attack Friday night. Yesterday, I was so damn tired I went to bed at 1630. Woke up briefly when Kirsten came to bed, and once or twice in the night for latrine breaks, but still slept through to about 0420. Still felt like crap, so no truck today!

Went back to sleep, and didn't get up until almost 0900. Yeah, over 15 hours of sleep. Hopefully this means my body is fighting this bug off.

Writer's Block: Table for One

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Not as much anymore, but when I was younger I did this all the time. I've always been a loner, you see, and an incurable people watcher. So for me, dinner alone wasn't just food, it was theater. No, I wouldn't eavesdrop, but just watching people, their mannerisms, expressions, actions was endlessly entertaining. I'd sit there, lingering over my food, and concoct elaborate scenarios for the nearby tables or booths. Still do this sort of thing when I find myself with time to kill in a public place.

I guess Ed Hochuli was calling the game.

Just found an amusing bug in Madden '08. My Niners had just scored on an interception return, and to put the game out of reach I decided to go for a 2-pt conversion. However, I was flagged with a 15-yard penalty which pushed me back to the 17 yard line. The program evidently couldn't handle this, and gave me first and ten at the 17. I ended up kicking a field goal, but I think that well may be the first 3-point PAT in football history.

In my universe (where it is 2010 already) the 49ers are 13-1 and have secured homefield advantage all through the playoffs.